++Chapter Thirty: Popular Girl++
"Fame is a vapor, popularity is an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures, and that is character." -Horace Greeley
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"Clara! Asher is here," I hear my mom call from downstairs.
I feel a shiver run down my body, and I look down at my dress. I picked it out in summer, and bought it especially for homecoming, but it doesn't feel right. This is basically my coming out dress; this is the dress I will be wearing when I tell everyone the truth about me.
I glance down at the cream coloured sweet heart neckline dress. It has jewels plastered along the neckline, and down the middle of the bodice. The dress ends just before my knees, it's almost a written rule to wear a short dress to homecoming. Prom is when the floor length dresses come in.
I look into the dress and frown, the colour clashes with my fair skin tone, and I look too busty. I am Clara, not that popular bitch from school. Tonight's my chance to be myself, and this dress isn't doing it for me.
"I will be down in a second mom!" I exclaim, continuing to twirl around in the dress.
I shake my head at my reflection, I can't wear this. I can't go in this dress, there is absolutely no way. I am going to be confessing the truth but looking like a lie.
"Clara, can I come in?" I hear Asher's husky voice, and I can tell he must be on the mezzanine.
I stare at my half closed door, and sigh, "Yes you may," I say.
I hear footsteps leading to my door, and Asher slowly opens it all the way. He stares at me and frowns. He takes a couple steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
My jaw drops, as I see him in his suit. He is wearing a black suit jacket with a white collared shirt. His tie is a light blue colour, and I frown. Why did he choose light blue?
"You look stunning but it's so...." He trails off.
I frown, "Not me at all?" I suggest.
He slowly nods his head at me, "I thought this would happen, that's why I bought this," he says quietly.
I bring my gaze down to his hands, to see him pull out a big white box out of his jacket. He gives me a faint smile and hands it to me.
"I will wait for your arrival downstairs, Miss Stone," he says, imitating a posh accent.
I grab the box, and stare down at it. I hear the door click open, and Asher's footsteps leaving my room. The door closes, and I take a deep breath.
I open the box, and get met with some white tissue paper. I quickly rip the tissue paper out of the way, and stare down at a light blue fabric. That explains his tie...
I pull the fabric out of the box. Most of the dress is a smooth blue satin textured fabric, but the top of it is a sweet hear neckline, covered in floral lace. I smile, the dress is so me. Light blue might not be my ultimate favourite colour, but I love this dress.
I quickly take off the dress I am wearing now, and slip on the light blue dress. I frown when I notice there is a lot of excess fabric.... Oh my god, its floor length. I pull the dress up to my chest, and slip my arms into it. I zip the zipper on the side and stare at myself in the mirror.
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There is the world's prettiest dress. The light blue satin material falls down to the ground, the fabric hugs fairly close to my body but still a bit flowy. It comes up to my hips, and clings onto my waist, showcasing my slight curves. It ends at a sweet heart neckline, but floral lace covers the top of it, and reaches up to my collar bone. The thin floral lace creates see through sleeves that end just past my shoulders. I twirl around in the dress, admiring myself.
It compliments my brown hair perfectly, and my skin tone looks amazing. I smile brightly, and blink away the tears brimming in my eyes. I am finally doing this. After four years of lies, it's time to confess the truth.
The best part of it is that I don't have to do it alone. Asher is doing it with me. We are both confessing the truth to everyone. Soon enough we won't have to pretend, we can just be ourselves.
I quickly fix my dark brown locks, before turning on my white high heels and strutting out of my room. I walk through the hallway and the mezzanine and slowly down the spiraling staircase.
"So when we were on the cruise, you were good to her right?" I hear my Dad's gruff voice.
I spot Asher, my mom, and my dad, all huddled together by the door. My mom seems to be taking pictured of Asher, and my dad is standing there staring at my boyfriend. I carefully take another step down the staircase, and that seems to get their attention.
Asher, my mom, and my dad quickly turn their head to face me walking down the last couple steps of the staircase. I hear them gasp, and I look over at Asher, whose jaw has dropped. I step down onto the hardwood flooring of the first floor, and all of them continue to stare at me.
My mom quickly pulls her camera out and snaps some pictures of me. Asher and my dad continue to stand still though, looking at me as if they are trying to memorize every detail about me.
"Clara... you look stunning," Asher says, his voice a couple octaves lower than normal.
He starts to walk over to me, but my Dad quickly stands in front of him, "Not your turn yet! I get the first pictures with her!" he exclaims.
I roll my eyes at my dad, who has snatched the camera from my mom and handed it to Asher. My parents walk over and stand next to me, posing for the picture.
Asher sets off the flash, and I hear him take several shots. That's right... he loves photography, so these should be good. I smile brightly at my parents, who grab the camera from Asher, and let him pose by me for a while.
"You look amazing, I have good taste," he whispers into my ear.
I chuckle, "In girls, or dresses?" I whisper back.
I tear my attention off of the camera and glance at him. His electric blue eyes peer at me, and his lips curl up into a smirk, "I always knew my taste in girls was excellent, I was talking about the dress,"
My parent's snap a few pictures, before they finally let me and Asher go. He clutches onto my hand and leads me out to his silver car. I carefully slide into the passenger seat, as Asher climbs into the driver's seat.
"You know, we can do this, right?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me, before he starts the engine.
I nod my head at him, "I know we can, I am just nervous to try,"
He backs out of the driveway, and quickly powers the car to move along the road. He continues to firmly clutch my hand, while the other one clutches onto the wheel.
"I love you," he says, as we pull onto the highway.
"I love you, too," I reply, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
